My cellphone rings shortly after 2:30 yesterday afternoon. Caller ID says it's my wife's office.
On the line is one of the Physical Therapists. Seems she's had a little mishap... they're checking her over at the doctor's area at the other end of the office, but she can't drive home... uh oh... and needs me to come and get her.
About a half hour later, Little Miss Field Day & I walk in. (I had to stop and pick up LMFD, she'd drive my car home, I'd drive the Boss home in her car). The Boss is sitting in a chair in one of the exam rooms, and her right arm from wrist to shoulder is getting acquainted with an Ace bandage.
Seems that she'd gone on her usual stroll during her lunch break (late since she was on the 9 to 6 shift yesterday), and was admiring something on one of the houses she could see, when she either tripped on something or stepped off a curb funny... went flying, landed primarily on her right elbow.
The good news is, X-rays show no broken bones, and they don't think she damaged any ligaments or tendons. Just a hard bump, aka a "bone contusion".
Needless to say, she was mortified.
Anyway, after they get done with the bandages, and get her fitted for a sling, and get her the Official Doctor's Note that she's not to return to work before Tuesday (and we have a follow-up with her doctor Monday morning), I get her home. She then calls Tracey, her supervisor to let her know what happened. Tracey's exact words? "Are you sure you can't work? You can still type with your left hand, can't you?" (And no, she wasn't kidding around)
* sigh * it's always something, isn't it?